So, last night I had a pretty weird dream, or nightmare really. I don’t remember much, but I do remember that I wasn’t really me, I was someone else and I had this father who isn’t mine and a sister, but I don’t have a sister. In my dream, the father was wearing a weird costume and was jacking off to me and my sister fist fighting. It was pitch black in the room we were in but there were strobe lights and he made us fight so that he could get off on it. It was weird and freaky. Also, there was a lot of blood in this random house that I was in, but in my dream it wasn’t a random house, it was just my house. The whole atmosphere of my dream was dark and scary. I did not like it and it’s been freaking me out all day today.